“Zoey! Shut up, or your going to wake up the whole neighborhood!” I bellowed. That woke Tyler up, and that isn’t good.
“I’m trying to sleep here,” Tyler mumbled, half asleep.
“Ya, blah blah blah, whatever. K, Z Bear, where are ya?” I called to Zoey.
Then I realized she was still outside. I bolted to the door, faster than I ever have. I was so surprised, I wasn’t paying attention and crashed face first into the door. I didn’t care, I got up and opened the stiff, wooden door, but the screen door wouldn’t budge an inch.
I ran up stairs and barged into my parent’s room, but froze. There, barking and jumping on the window, was Zoey. I sprinted towards the window as she sat, whimpering and wagging her tail when she saw me through her brilliant, big, and brown eyes. I started to open it when my mother questioned in an irritated tone, “What are you doing?”
“ I heard Zoey barking louder than a train going full speed and got out of bed to let her in but I couldn’t open the door so I sprinted up here to tell Dad but I saw Zoey right out the window so I wanted to let her in but you asked me a question so ya,” I panted, really fast.
“OK then, so why di—“
“Can I let her in now, we can confess this later? Please?” I begged, with my best puppy dog look.
“Fine, then go back to sleep,” she said, falling down on her soft, feather-filled pillow.
As soon as I opened the almost frozen window, a thought came into my head. How did she get all the way up here? I looked down and the only thing I saw was white, sparkling and glowing-in-the-sun. That explains the door.
“Mom, Zoey and I are going to, go play outside,” I smirked.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing, we just love playing outside,” I commented.
She looked at me with her eyes of disbelief. “You can’t fool me, Kyle,” she commented back.
“Fine, there is a lot of snow outside and I just want to play in it!” I cried.
“Ok, ok, settle down, but is that how she got up here?” she asked.
“I would guess so,” I answered.
So we went outside and dug lots of colossal tunnels that went all over the place, and one even went to the street. I completely lost track of time and because I was too deep to see the phosphorescent sun beaming down on the ceiling of our gracious channel. When I got hungry, I decided it was time to go inside. But when I got out, I couldn’t see anything, so I thought I as still in one of our tunnels. I started to dig in the direction I thought my house was, but then in noticed it was quiet, too quiet. “ZOEY!” I shrieked. I heard her collar coming this way. Then I noticed something. Her mouth was too big. “Oh, gosh!” I stated. “Something happened.”
“Oh, Zoey, how did you get that?” I asked her in a babyish tone. She just shook her head and flung half the bunny she caught at me. “EWWWW!” I explained. I just kicked it away from her, and told her to drop the part she still had. She did, because she is an amazing listener. I then saw a light to a house turn on. I ran to it, peeked inside to make sure it was my parent’s room, then got inside and dried of. Then I noticed how late it was.
“Good night,” I whispered to my parents. Then I crawled into bed and fell asleep with Zoey and had a highly pleasant night
Kyle R.
“Zoey! Shut up, or your going to wake up the whole neighborhood!” I bellowed. That woke Tyler up, and that isn’t good.
“I’m trying to sleep here,” Tyler mumbled, half asleep.
“Ya, blah blah blah, whatever. K, Z Bear, where are ya?” I called to Zoey.
Then I realized she was still outside. I bolted to the door, faster than I ever have. I was so surprised, I wasn’t paying attention and crashed face first into the door. I didn’t care, I got up and opened the stiff, wooden door, but the screen door wouldn’t budge an inch.
I ran up stairs and barged into my parent’s room, but froze. There, barking and jumping on the window, was Zoey. I sprinted towards the window as she sat, whimpering and wagging her tail when she saw me through her brilliant, big, and brown eyes. I started to open it when my mother questioned in an irritated tone, “What are you doing?”
“ I heard Zoey barking louder than a train going full speed and got out of bed to let her in but I couldn’t open the door so I sprinted up here to tell Dad but I saw Zoey right out the window so I wanted to let her in but you asked me a question so ya,” I panted, really fast.
“OK then, so why di—“
“Can I let her in now, we can confess this later? Please?” I begged, with my best puppy dog look.
“Fine, then go back to sleep,” she said, falling down on her soft, feather-filled pillow.
As soon as I opened the almost frozen window, a thought came into my head. How did she get all the way up here? I looked down and the only thing I saw was white, sparkling and glowing-in-the-sun. That explains the door.
“Mom, Zoey and I are going to, go play outside,” I smirked.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing, we just love playing outside,” I commented.
She looked at me with her eyes of disbelief. “You can’t fool me, Kyle,” she commented back.
“Fine, there is a lot of snow outside and I just want to play in it!” I cried.
“Ok, ok, settle down, but is that how she got up here?” she asked.
“I would guess so,” I answered.
So we went outside and dug lots of colossal tunnels that went all over the place, and one even went to the street. I completely lost track of time and because I was too deep to see the phosphorescent sun beaming down on the ceiling of our gracious channel. When I got hungry, I decided it was time to go inside. But when I got out, I couldn’t see anything, so I thought I as still in one of our tunnels. I started to dig in the direction I thought my house was, but then in noticed it was quiet, too quiet. “ZOEY!” I shrieked. I heard her collar coming this way. Then I noticed something. Her mouth was too big. “Oh, gosh!” I stated. “Something happened.”
“Oh, Zoey, how did you get that?” I asked her in a babyish tone. She just shook her head and flung half the bunny she caught at me. “EWWWW!” I explained. I just kicked it away from her, and told her to drop the part she still had. She did, because she is an amazing listener. I then saw a light to a house turn on. I ran to it, peeked inside to make sure it was my parent’s room, then got inside and dried of. Then I noticed how late it was.
“Good night,” I whispered to my parents. Then I crawled into bed and fell asleep with Zoey and had a highly pleasant night